I don’t know how I ever got so lucky but here I am in my new home! I used to live in a pen with other dogs and no one really cared about me – except for the puppies I could make. I really thought that was how all dogs lived and I often thought- what’s the point of being here at all? I went to stay with a foster family but they said they just couldn’t let me go! I have a kid brother that I keep safe when he’s sleeping and I have a dog brother who came from someplace called Turkey. I never heard of that but he needs lessons in America stuff and I’m the guy to do that! He didn’t have a happy life either before he came here. Turns out he is a fast learner! Now I understand what is the point of being here- it’s to get hugs and kisses and lessons and to sleep in a soft bed and no more dirt and pens, besides having a family that loves you. Who would have thought it? Tyrone